Ten minutes later, she did.
Chapter Ten
“What the hellare you two doing here?” I heard Reid say in the living room around lunchtime.
I got up and headed out of my room. I had pretty much spent all morning being lazy in bed watching TV after my phone call with Prue.
“Babysitting,” Bash said.
I stepped out into the living room, trying not to look annoyed by that response. Bash and Theo were sitting on the modular couch watching TV like I had been doing in my room. Reid was by the front door with a grocery bag dangling from his hand.
Reid noticed me first. His gaze dropped down to my body, eyeing the pajamas I had yet to change out of. For a split second he looked angry before he masked it and walked toward me. He came to stand so close, it was like he was blocking me from Bash and Theo. “What are you wearing in front of these assholes?”
“Hey!” Bash protested.
Theo finally spoke. “We’re not supposed to let anyone inside.”
“I’m not anyone,” Reid shot over his shoulder.
“We’re not looking at your stepsister, Reid,” Bash said. “She’s Bram’s daughter. We don’t have a death wish.”
Reid and I both went wide-eyed before Reid turned to face them. “She’s not my stepsister.”
Bash grinned. “She kinda is.” He looked from Reid to me and chuckled. “I guess you’re the one with a death wish, Reid.”
Everything that came out of the man’s mouth rubbed me the wrong way. Not wanting to hear any more, I spun around and went back to my room.
“Roe’s gonna be pissed,” Reid said, sounding like he was right behind me as I entered my room.
I turned, facing him. “Is my shirt see-through again?”
Reid’s gaze dropped to my chest before he reached back and swung the bedroom door closed. “No, but your ass is almost out, and your shirt is leaving very little to the imagination.”
“I didn’t think my body offended you anymore,” I grumbled as I went over to the bed to grab the remote and turn off the TV.
He cursed as he set the bag he was holding on the armchair nearby.
“Or maybe it does,” I said as I tossed the remote back on the bed. “My back was to you that morning. You wanted me to stop moaning and begging. I guess you wanted to pretend I was someone else while I got you off.”
He went still as his eyes held mine. “And you wanted me to stop talking and called me a fucking asshole while I gotyouoff.”
“Because you kept telling me to stop this and stop that. Do you know how awful it is to have someone touch you while expressing how much they hate it?”
He flinched as if my words wounded him.
I sighed, feeling frustrated and exposed. “Why are you here, Reid?”
“I didn’t hate it.”
“That’s not what I asked?—”
“I didn’t hate it, Charlotte.” His voice was angry and sharp.
“I don’t believe you.”
He looked toward the ceiling like he was begging the heavens for strength. “You are such a pain in the ass, do you know that?”
“And you’re a confusing one,” I shot back, and my thoughts returned to the night he’d brought me to his loft. We had said something similar before. Nothing had changed. If anything, things were worse. “You say one thing and then do something that completely contradicts it. You’re driving me crazy.”
